A small town with a lot of history, and dangerous secrets. Some say parts of it are haunted, even possessed. A variety of creatures roam the small town, from fairies to shapeshifters to vampires. What lies behind closed doors and roads that dead end?

Jacobi grabbed two pint glasses and filled them to the rim. He set one in front of Violet. "First time." He brought the other to his lips. "What about you? Have you lived here long?" He rested his elbows agains the bar.

Jacobi flashed her a puzzled look and took another sip of the orange juice. He traced his fingers along the imperfections on the bar, stopping at the sight of a scorched handprint. He pressed his palm flat against the burn, but pulled it away quickly to glance up at his company. "Well hell, if I knew Mauderville had an airport I wouldn't have driven two hundred miles to get here."

Jacobi considered her words for a moment. He knew there was no airport in Mauderville. He was curious, but he let the comment slide. Whatever she was, she was not a threat. It was usually the ones that ordered blood that raised a flag, not the ones that polished off a glass of orange juice. "You coming back tonight for open-mic-night?." He asked snatching up the empty glass and washing it in the sink. He set aside and dried his hands with a rag. "Eighteen to enter, twenty-one to drink."

Violet felt his curiosity, but wasn't ready to tell him she was a faery yet. Oddly enough, Violet was having fun dropping vague comments here and there. "Yeah, I'll be here. I'm planning on performing."

"Oh, yeah? Do you play an instrument?" He raised a curious eyebrow and set the rag aside. When he put the ad in the newspaper, he had not expected many people to show up. From what he gathered, Old Bones had kind of turned into a place for old people. Under his management, he hoped to reintroduce it to the younger generation. Those legal to drink, anyway.

"Yeah, I play guitar, cello, and piano. I also sing. Artsy-type stuff was a pretty big deal growing up." Violet thought back to her days in the Court. Her days would be packed with art, dance, music, and combat classes. Violet sighed. She was definately homesick.

"Sure, but I was horrible at it. The tutor quit after three weeks and told my parents I was a lost cause." He smiled, pulling up the lid of the cooler and peering inside. "Be right back." He told her, walked past the locked door and retrieving a case of Stella Artois from the back room. He set it on the counter and tore it open, loading the warm bottles into the cooler. He had expected the night to be a bust, but her enthusiam made him relise he may get more of a turn out than planned.

Jacobi finished stocking the cooler and glanced at the wall. "I'm going to throw a burger on the grill. You hungry? It's on the house." He offered. Breaking down the box, he set it with the other cardboard. He would need to do some more peeping after lunch. He wondered if Erin still kep the piano tuned,

[Haha. I wrote that on my phone and somehow prepping turned into peeping. I am surprised you were able to decipher.]

He turned to shove through the swinging door, but paused when she spoke. "You over eighteen?" He quirked an eyebrow and pointed his index finger at her. The law said she had to be eighteen to handle alcohol. The last thing he wanted was trouble with the police, not after being back for only a couple hours.

Judging by the way she sighed, Jacobi assumed people often mistook her for younger. "Great. I guess if you want to hang around, I might as well put you to work." He laughed and stepped back from the door, holding it open for her to join him in the back room. Sal had done some re-aranging in the five years he was away, but the beer was still stacked along the back wall.

Violet walked into the back room and looked around. There wasn't much to see, but Violet liked the small cozy room for some reason. "So," Violet said with a laugh, "now that we're in a small room together, I feel like I should tell you my name. I'm Violet."

"Jacobi." He offered and rubbed the back of his neck. He glanced at the wall of beer. "I need to stock some of that out in the cooler. Probably a case of Blue Moon, Rolling Rock, Sam Adams, and maybe Mike's. You think you can handle that?"

Jacobi cooked his burger over the commercial stove and sat down at the bar with a cold bottle of Stella Artois. While Violet stocked the cooler, he finished eating and went to work wiping down the tables. He found the piano covered with a sheet and hidden in a back room. He wheeled it out and tested a few of the keys, finding it in tune. Five years ago, when Erin was younger, he would catch her playing the piano. It was nice to know she still loved it enough to keep it tuned.

"That was quick." Jacobi turned to face the girl. "I really appreciate the help." He reached into his back pocket and leafed through a wad of cash, passing her a twenty.

"That hardly seems fair." He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and glanced down at his sandals. It was the end of January, but he hardly cared. His temperature ran warmer than most humans. It came with being a firestarter.